The pain of losing cast a far bigger shadow than the joys of possession . . .To miss what you never really had is a fleeting and wasted emotion . . .Come now into the shelter of my soul, so that I might love you as mine own . . .We will cast away the tomorrows, because eternity doesn't need them . . .When you have to go I'll not be sad, for I was lucky to love you when . . .I will hold those memories forever beneath the scars of my loss . . .For the pain of losing love is far more hurt than the sorrow of death...This I cannot accept, and not to accept is a loss of possession